Strange Dreams

by Jet556

A War Battleground! Zombies! Some weird fantasy thing! All this happens in the dreams of student of A. Nigma High after a blow to the head. The dreams become weirder and weirder and one can only wonder why this student could have dreams like that? And why is Brad Von Chilstein a satyr dressed in Victorian era clothing speaking in a southern accent?

21. Chapter 21

Welcome back, gang. This is the first part of the last dream. I really don't know how to describe this one. Oh, and expect a sudden costume change without any explanation every chapter. Enjoy, or try to.

Pain

Basil sat on his bed. Wearing nothing but red shorts, Basil looked at his bruised body. He was beaten and bruised it wasn't good to run in with that guy Chopper. Getting hit by him was like kissing the express train! Basil's fiancée, Cherie Burlyn was just in the next room.

"This is one of the reasons I decided why I shouldn't become a boxer." Cherie then walked into Basil's room.

"You don't know anything about boxing." Basil laughed.

"That would be the other reason." Basil looked at Cherie. She looked radiant tonight. Wearing a red gown and gold earrings, she looked like a princess. "Your going out?"

"You know the play's on tonight. Cherie sat down next to Basil. "I'm working a lot of jobs to get my own candy shop and with you like this you won't be able to go on with me." Cherie grimaced. "That means your understudy Brad will be going on tonight." Basil placed a hand on Cherie's shoulder.

"I can still go on." Cherie shook her head. Basil was being stubborn.

"Don't, I couldn't stand to see you in actual pain on stage with me." Cherie gave Basil a kiss on the cheek. "And don't give me any of the suffering for your art stuff." Basil nodded and lied down.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning then." Basil closed his eyes but he didn't go to sleep. He heard Cherie leave and instantly he got up.

Basil winced in pain. He had taken quite a beating. Letting someone like Chopper roam the streets was as bad an idea as jumping from a plane without a parachute. Basil walked over to his dresser and got dressed. He was going out! To a doctor, to a pharmacy, to somewhere or someone that could take this agonizing pain away!

Now dressed, Basil put his flat cap on and walked down stairs. He passed by a bust o Janus, the Roman God of the Doorway. First chance they got Basil and Cherie would be getting rid of that thing, it scared everyone just because it was a man with a face on both the front and back of his head. That would scare anyone.

Basil grabbed his keys from a table and walked towards the door. He had to get out of here! In the state he was in right now he'd probably go crazy.